Loretta Lynn – Still Woman Enough

Still Woman Enough: A Memoir

Loretta Lynn with Patsi Bale CoxStill Woman Enough: A Memoir (Thorndike Press, 2002)


Loretta Lynn’s second memoir fills in a few gaps from her first, Coal Miner’s Daughter (1977), and picks up the years since that first book.  This isn’t an autobiography that attempts to chronicle her entire life.  It is episodic, jumping from one story to the next, revealing only as much as Lynn wishes.  At times, that is the biggest limitation of the book.  When she has something nice to say about someone, they are mentioned by name.  When she has something negative to say about a person or band or business, she typically withholds the proper name.  This is somewhat common with country music memoirs (Cash: The Autobiography does a little of the same, for instance).  But the strength of the book is Lynn’s willingness to accept herself as she is without letting shame or embarrassment get in the way — at one point she acknowledges that she doesn’t read well.

The bulk of the book is devoted to explaining her relationship with her husband, known by his nicknames Doolittle and Mooney.  As much as her music creates a persona of an independent woman, she stuck with Doo since her marriage at age thirteen, in spite of his philandering, alcoholism, abusiveness, jealousy, male chauvinism, and general craziness.  She also writes a lot about the rest of her family, including her many children.  There are maybe two pages total devoted to recordings, a larger number devoted to descriptions of live performances, and substantially more to the grind and crazy escapades of touring and being in the cutthroat entertainment industry.

Loretta Lynn’s best quality was her earnestness and total lack of guile.  This shone through her music brilliantly.  This memoir captures that same aspect, though at the same time her naivety comes through too, and it is hard to accept her frequently superficial explanations on a few topics, some of which veer into supernatural explanations.  One such problem is that while she (rightly) takes some credit for being a pioneering businesswoman in the music industry, taking more control over her music than “girl singers” were usually permitted in the misogynist Nashville music machine, she has no grasp whatsoever of broader social forces.  So she never quite gets around to offering any explicit context for how the three decade “golden years” of the working class coincided with her rise to fame.  If you want that analysis you will need to look for a biography.  But she still has plenty of great stories that revolve around her likeable bewilderment.  For instance, she talks about being on a Dean Martin celebrity roast and leaning over during the taping to ask Martin when dinner will be served — she thought the event was really a dinner where celebrities get together and (literally) eat a pot roast.

I was reading this on an airplane and a steward leaned over and asked what it was, then — after saying he admired Loretta Lynn too — jokingly suggested that maybe I should put it in a paper bag so no one could see it.  The cover definitely markets this as a “woman’s” book, the kind promoted on daytime TV.  No doubt, this is driven by emotional responses to difficult life circumstances.  But anyway, it is a decent enough memoir though this will probably only be coherent if you have read her first memoir or have seen the (rather excellent) biopic Coal Miner’s Daughter (1980), which is mentioned many, many times.

Loretta Lynn – Honky Tonk Girl: The Loretta Lynn Collection

Honky Tonk Girl: The Loretta Lynn Collection

Loretta LynnHonky Tonk Girl: The Loretta Lynn Collection MCA MCAD3-11070 (1994)


Loretta Lynn was one of the great country music artists of the post-WWII era, for many reasons.  Of course, she could sing.  She had a voice that was entirely her own, prone to singing clear lines that melted into vibrato.  She was a “coal miner’s daughter” raised in the Butcher Hollow part of Van Lear, Kentucky, and her diction and phrasing was definitely Appalachian, but she didn’t sing with a heavy southern drawl or affected country yodel.  She wrote or co-wrote most of her own best songs.  Many of them were autobiographical.  But a key characteristic was that most of her best material forged a kind of personal independence.  In a highly chauvinistic industry, she was able to craft a public persona of a woman in charge, able to make her own way.  At a time when other female country singers rarely deviated from songs about romantic heartbreak (your typical country weeper song) or faithfulness, Lynn performed ones like “Fist City” that promised swift retribution for anyone (in that case her childrens’ bus driver) disrupting or undermining her life by chasing after her man — without crossing the line to simply claim her man as her possession she subverts the patriarchal notion of a woman being under the control of a man.  One great example of this was an appearance on The Dean Martin Show in which a producer told her Martin would swivel her around and sit her in his lap during a song routine.  She told the producer she wouldn’t sit in no man’s lap and that he could get someone else to do the show if that was the condition.  They relented and Martin did not touch her during the performance.

Throughout her career she stayed true to her “hillbilly” roots.  This isn’t to say she had a haughty, provincial attitude or asserted that rural folk were better than city folk.  She instead had a strong sense of where she came from and was unapologetic about the perspective her upbringing gave her.  This is epitomized by her hit “Coal Miner’s Daughter,” from her album of the same name, but also the title of both her 1977 memoir and a (rather good) New Hollywood biopic from 1980 starring Sissy Spacek (whom Lynn hand-picked for the role).  She has recounted how Ernest Tubb said she was the only person he ever saw who never changed after she became famous.

She got her start as an independent (non-Nashville) act, recording the self-penned single “I’m a Honky Tonk Girl b/w Whispering Sea” in Hollywood (for Canadian label Zero) while she lived in Washington state.  She has said her earliest sessions had a distinctive West Coast shuffle, and she recorded her first full-length album Loretta Lynn Sings in Los Angeles, with a subtle rhythmic swing to most of the songs that drew on just a little bit of rock and roll and hinted at the Bakersfield Sound.  But one of Loretta Lynn’s greatest strengths — maybe her greatest — was her ability to go into the Nashville system and still make music her own way.  She was far from a typical Nashville star, and her feisty persona cut against the grain of what was expected of female country stars (early influences were Kitty Wells and Patsy Cline, along with male role models like Ernest Tubb).  Unlike, say, Johnny Cash, who existed kind of apart from the the Nashville system, Lynn worked her way into Nashville, performing on the Grand Ole Opry and such, but turning the Nashville system around for her own purposes, from the inside.

Lots of Lynn’s best songs follow a similar formula.  In her earlier recordings she trades verses back and forth with instrumental statements from a pedal steel (Hawaiian) guitar, piano, or other instrument.  The other instruments are not merely background accompaniment, but are given moments of roughly equal prominence with her voice.  Everything is given its own space, without subjugating one to another.  This is actually crucial for what made Loretta Lynn such a unique performer.  Without being explicitly and overtly political, it is clear that her music reflected a worldview much to the political left of what Nashville country music typically promoted, seeking a more egalitarian way to “even things out” in society — a view complicated by her later political campaigning for politicians of the political right, due, apparently, just to personal affection.  This is why the trading back-and-forth in a kind of call-and-response format suited her songs well.  It also should be said that her music doesn’t fall into facile assumptions of the “proper” arrangement of people and things.  Even as she implicitly suggests an end to patriarchy, there is more to the structure of her music than a simplistic shift to a differently ordered but essentially similar social hierarchy.  In other words, implicitly drawing from christianity, it isn’t that everyone has a proper place.  Lynn’s songs are often about the struggles of finding oneself in a particular position and looking for a way toward something else.

On the other hand, there isn’t some kind of reliance on Horatio Alger myths in Lynn’s music.  Much like the classical historian Thucydides eschewed supernatural explanations for events in ancient Greece, there is no place for miracles or divine inspiration.  The tales in Lynn’s songs are the product of human interactions. The essence is about movement in its most basic form, in relation to other people.  Her traded statements with instrumentalists absolutely emphasize this relational aspect.  In later years, this relationship was a little less natural.  It didn’t disappear completely, but did seem somewhat more forced and the instrumentals more distant from Lynn’s vocals.

She absolutely places family, and her band, at the center of everything.  She didn’t accomplish anything all on her own. But family and romantic relationships loom large in terms of the social interactions that preoccupied her songwriting.  This is partly why her music is so durable, and as accessible and relatable a half century later as it was the day it was recorded.

Lynn claimed to be apolitical — which is a typical stance of political liberalism.  Yet there is no escaping politics.  “Dear Uncle Sam” is a war protest song.  This is remarkable.  Most of what country music had to say about the war can be summed up by Merle Haggard‘s “The Fightin’ Side of Me,” which is not so much a pro-war song as an anti-middle class song.  The reality is that the most visible parts of the war protest movement were led by middle class students.  Many historians attribute the end of the Vietnam War, that is, American withdrawal from the conflict, to have been precipitated by the draft, when the children of the middle class were forced to bear life and death burdens, not just the lower classes who volunteered.  This is sometimes suggested as an explanation for the length and media disinterest in America’s longest war, in Afghanistan, or even the two wars in Iraq, which were all volunteer armies, drawn mostly from the lower classes.  As epitomized by the Merle Haggard song, the tendency is to see military service as one of the proud ways that lower classes can provide public service, without much consideration given to that service being for wars of aggression.  But Loretta Lynn’s “Dear Uncle Sam” takes a look at the costs borne by the lower classes.  It is worth noting that Lynn wrote the song in 1966.  The draft lottery for the Vietnam War was not instituted until 1969.  When she sings about the personal cost to the protagonist, she is singing about how the burden of the war (of aggression — the relatively poor country of Vietnam posed zero military threat to the United States) fell disproportionately on the poor.  This is a sentiment found in other songs of the era.  Blues musician JB Lenoir wrote “Vietnam Blues” (released in 1970) from the perspective of war politics being a luxury for a black man suffering from domestic oppression.  Then there is Joan Baez with 1973’s “Where Are You Now, My Son?”  This was a song with lyrics, “They say that the war is done/ But where are you now my son?,” that seem to inhabit the same space as Lynn’s “Dear Uncle Sam.”  But Baez has a shrill, preachy tone (albeit in a song interspersed with field recordings from Vietnam, complete with the sound of bombs in the background).  The Baez song, most importantly, speaks primarily to an audience already opposed to the that war, or any other.  Lynn, though, was speaking to an audience more in favor of the war, or at least, more indifferent or ambivalent to it.

Other Lynn songs like “Don’t Come Home a Drinkin’ (With Lovin’ on Your Mind),” “Rated X” and “The Pill” — even the Shel Silverstein-written “One’s on the Way” — had a definite feminist slant.  The essence of feminism is the radical idea that women are equal to men. When Lynn sings about acting on her own, and making up her own mind, she is usurping a role dictated to women in a patriarchal society.

As time went on, Lynn’s sound changed (though Owen Bradley remained her producer for almost the entirety of her peak popularity).  In the late 1960s, as she was fully a part of the Nashville scene, her songs featured more elaborate backing, using reverb, string arrangements and backing singers.  Yet she stuck with a honky tonk-inflected style as other styles rose to prominence.  Eventually, though, traces of a honky tonk sound were muted.  Her music became smoother.  The rhythms were softened, and there was generally less space and silence.  At the same time her vocals were frequently more staccato.  Sometimes her vocals were double-tracked.  She still succeeded in this later period with songs like “Love Is the Foundation” and “Trouble in Paradise,” even “Hey Loretta,” Out of My Head and Back in My Bed and the duet You’re the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly too.

Duets with male singers were a significant part of Lynn’s career.  Her early mentor Ernest Tubb was her first duet partner, but she later had a successful run of recordings with Conway Twitty that were arguably much better than those with Tubb.

Although few artists ever have a hit, even the few considered successful generally only stay relevant for five to maybe ten years.  Loretta Lynn managed to stay relevant and popular for almost two decades, before fading from view somewhat.  Granted, Lynn was churning out three to four full-length albums per year during her peak.  The pace of her recording schedule virtually guaranteed that those albums would be loaded with filler.  So a collection like Honky Tonk Girl does a great service in focusing on mostly the key singles.  There are other Lynn collections and “best ofs” available, but many of those omit too much — like her iconic debut single “Honky Tonk Girl.”  Granted, Honky Tonk Girl came out in 1994, a decade before her crossover/comeback album Van Lear Rose, so it can’t be a comprehensive overview of her entire career without at least one song (and preferably a handful of songs) from that album like the great “Miss Being Mrs.”

Still, Lynn suffered from a problem of many big stars.  She toured way too much, and did too many television appearances, leaving her with too little time devoted to songwriting or recording.  There are simple explanations for this trend.  Musicians tend to make much more money from live performance than from recordings.  The recordings tend to be seen as merely stimulating demand for concerts, and big stars tend to eventually take demand for their concerts for granted — until their fan base dwindles and young people have associated themselves with other, newer acts, perhaps blissfully unaware of the existence of the established acts.  So it was with Loretta Lynn — she tried to write about the burdens of fame in her second memoir Still Woman Enough in which she also admits to losing interest in recording.  By the 1980s she was recording mostly songs written by others.  On top of that, most stars of the 1960s (in any genre) were floundering by the mid-1980s, and country music of that era was at an epic low point.  Lynn was caught in those downward trends too.  So disc three of Honky Tonk Girl is easily the least of the set, particularly because the second half of it dips in quality.

Honky Tonk Girl is still probably the best Lynn compilation available.  Even the so-called The Definitive Collection lacks the iconic “I’m a Honky Tonk Girl”!  In Honky Tonk Girl: My Life in Lyrics Lynn states that the song was the first she ever wrote (though elsewhere that honor is credited to the b-side “Whispering Sea”), about a woman who had never drank before but kept coming into the club where Lynn was working, sitting in the same booth and crying after a few beers, because her husband left her and her seven children for a younger woman.  The thing about that song, and so many of Lynn’s best, is that it is absolutely genuine.  She wrote about what she knew.

Beat writer William S. Burroughs once wrote an article “A Review of the Reviewers” (reprinted in The Adding Machine: Selected Essays), in which he said:

Matthew Arnold set up three criteria for criticism: 1. What is the writer trying to do? 2. How well does he succeed in doing it? … 3. Does the work exhibit “high seriousness”? That is, does it touch on basic issues of good and evil, life and death and the human condition. I would also apply a fourth criterion … Write about what you know. More writers fail because they try to write about things they don’t know than for any other reason.

Loretta Lynn was great because her best recorded work met all four of Burroughs’ criteria.

All said, Honky Tonk Girl is a great collection, and at least the first two discs are about as good as late 20th Century country music comes.  Despite not being a complete career-spanning overview, and the lack of a disc-by-disc track listing — only a consecutively numbered list is provided, leaving the listener to guess at whether song number 24 appears on disc one or two, for instance — this is still music to return to often.

Françoise Hardy – La question

La question

Françoise HardyLa question Sonopresse HY 30.902 (1971)


Françoise Hardy was one of the more literate pop/folk artists of her time in the 1960s and 70s.  La question, her best-known album, is very nearly a collaboration with Tuca (Valeniza Zagni da Silva), a Brazilian musician who wrote or co-wrote most of the songs, plays guitar and contributed to arrangements.  There are small South American accents on the guitar playing, even as the album is thoroughly French.  But Hardy still makes her mark with perfectly hushed, contemplative vocals.  The song lyrics are practically adolescent poetry, mostly about romance and existential crises — though “Le martien” is a tale about aliens reminiscent of Neil Young‘s “After the Gold Rush.”  This is music about trying to find a hold on something when it seems like everything is about to wash away.  The words to describe it: melancholy, wistful, wounded, lonely, searching, moody, bookish, romantic.  Although impeccably recorded with a tasteful chamber pop setting, this is also a strikingly spare recording, with Hardy’s voice and acoustic guitar the only constants.  The title song, co-written by Hardy and Tuca, ends with the line “Tu es ma question sans réponse, mon cri muet et mon silence.” (“You’re my question without an answer, my mute cry and my silence.”).  With the Sixties over, May 1968 already fading from memory, La question is sort of like a counterpart to what Scott Walker had done in prior years: a sophisticated twisting of popular song in an introverted fashion.  But unlike Walker, Hardy performs almost exclusively for private, intimate listening.

Public Enemy – Revolverlution

Revolverlution

Public EnemyRevolverlution SLAMjamz/Koch 238 388-2 (2002)


The year 1999 was pivotal for Public Enemy.  That was when they committed themselves to being an independent act, releasing music on Chuck D‘s own SLAMjamz label (distributed by Koch).  Yet, the price paid for independence from corporate media is the near total critical/radio/etc. indifference that goes with a minuscule marketing budget.  Their sound changed a bit too, gravitating toward more live instrumentation — they had done that before but now it was a leaner, guitar-driven approach — and using rhythm rather than shrieking noise to create a sense of aggression and urgency.

This starts off strong.  “Revolverlution” and “Gotta Give the Peeps What They Need” are some of the best offerings of the new material.  But the nagging thing about this album is that it isn’t all new material, exactly.  There are live tracks, old interviews and radio announcements, and remixes.  All these things are intermingled.  Now, some of the miscellaneous live and remix material is quite decent. (“Welcome to the Terrordome (LIVE Winterthur Switzerland 1992),” “B Side Wins Again (Scattershot Remix)”).  But there are only a handful of really compelling cuts across the whole album, and there is plenty of rather dubious filler.

Revolverlution is perhaps the group’s album with the most input from “minister of information” Professor Griff.  He is the lead MC on “Now A’Daze” and the rather good metal/hip-hop hybrid “What Good Is a Bomb” with 7th Octave.  In the past it was somewhat hard to tell what Griff contributed to recordings, specifically, but here his contributions are unmistakable.

Neil Young gave an interview talking about Living With War, his album indicting war in Iraq and President George W. Bush’s global “war on terror”.  He said he wondered where people like Bob Dylan were on those issues and felt like he had to do it himself.  Well, if old Neil was listening (he probably wasn’t) he might have noticed that Public Enemy was already making songs about just those topics (“Son of a Bush”).  The philosopher Hannah Arendt famously wrote about the trial of a Nazi officer Adolph Eichmann after WWII by coining the phrase “the banality of evil.”  As Judith Butler summed up Arendt’s concept, “that for which she faulted Eichmann was his failure to be critical of positive law, that is, a failure to take distance from the requirements that law and policy imposed upon him; in other words, she faults him for his obedience, his lack of critical distance, or his failure to think.”  If there is one characteristic that would define Public Enemy in their later years, it was that they tried harder than before to be the band that didn’t let things go, but did what they could to step outside the machinations of a music industry that they felt was going in the wrong direction, despite the commercial price they paid for their integrity.

The Chuck D has been a vocal proponent of remixes, emphasizing how it is part of an ongoing process of reinterpretation that is really an extension of sampling in hip-hop.  He has claimed that the album format was declining in relevance as digital downloads shifted interest to individual songs — something the group took seriously as the first major act to release an album (There’s a Poison Goin On….) for download online.  Yet, the cynical might take another view and say that the way old raps remain over new beats in these remixes could be a way for Chuck to lionize his own contributions while undermining the legacy of classic beats from producer Hank Shocklee, who acrimoniously split from the group years earlier and was at the center of a disastrous reunion attempt making a soundtrack album.  Anyway, the group had a contest for fans to remix classic PE tracks and the six “winners” are here on this album.  No one will confuse them with classic PE material, though there is at least one successful remix (“B Side Wins Again (Scattershot Remix)”).

Greatest Misses was a kind of precedent for an album like this, with a blend of unreleased material plus remixes and such.  But the former was a much stronger set of remixes, still coming from the band’s peak and involving some of the original (and now legendary) producers.  Revolverlution is one of the band’s weakest albums.  Now, if the group had taken the best new material here used it in place of the weakest stuff on New Whirl Odor or How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? (or merging the best selections from all three albums), now that would have been a killer album.  But it is still a good idea to check out a few of the best individual songs here, because they are great.

Michael Denning – Noise Uprising

Noise Uprising: The Audiopolitics of a World Musical Revolution

Michael DenningNoise Uprising: The Audiopolitics of a World Musical Revolution (Verso 2015)


Professor Michael Denning has offered a unique history of the early days of electrical music recordings with Noise Uprising.  The earliest sound recordings were analog, recorded straight to a disc through a sound horn, but electrical recordings introduced a microphone to capture sounds before inscribing them on a disc (later came magnetic tape and then digital media).  The microphone greatly enhanced sonic fidelity, at roughly the same time that phonographs for playback dropped dramatically in price.  These, among other factors, led to a brief surge in the recording of “vernacular” music from 1925 to 1930, at which point the Great Depression decimated the global market for sound recordings.  It was a time when recordings went from being novelties and marketing gimmicks to promote other sales to being valued cultural artifacts in their own right.

Denning is well versed in recordings from around the world, and readers may learn about some genres from other parts of the world for the first time, whether Cuban son, Egyptian taarab or Indonesian kroncong.  To supplement the book, he has also created a “Noise Uprising” playlist through a free online streaming music service (login information provided in the book), featuring some of the song selections discussed in the book.  For many readers, nothing short of listening to the recordings being discussed will capture the full effect of the music.

There are detailed passages exploring the nature of “noise” and its relation to the music that developed in conjunction with the rise of electrical recordings in the late 1920s.  Denning examines the role of rhythm, including the rise of “rhythm sections”, and the unique role that recordings took in overturning the dominance of published sheet music.  He provides a rather excellent summary of how early recordings were seen as supporting the sale of sheet music, with most recordings sold by furniture stores to create a market for phonographs (which were treated as furniture), whereas the electrical era actually supplanted the primacy of printed music and enhanced the role of the performers (and the esteem granted to their abilities to improvise), before radio hardware manufacturers bought up record labels as they began failing amidst the Great Depression.

The boldest claim Denning makes is that a musical revolution took place through unique contributions of global port cities.  This claim (inspired by the compilation album series The Secret Museum of Mankind: Ethnic Music Classics), while intriguing, is not conclusively supported.  There are anecdotes, but not much to refute counter-theories or any attempt to systematically test the validity of the hypothesis.  Still, whether or not you agree with that theory, the rest of the book is still a fascinating account that doesn’t depend entirely on that hypothesis.  For instance, Denning draws on an impressive amount of prior research to catalog the sales volume and import/export characteristics of the music industry just before the Great Depression — elaborating where and how music was recorded, where the records were pressed, and where they were shipped for sale.  He also brings a leftist (Marxist) perspective to the analysis, and a more astute awareness of economics than that of most music writers.  For instance, at numerous points the book discusses the tensions and usage of vernacular music by countries of the Third World project.  Towards the end, Denning even makes some sharp observations about how tensions with copyright regimes in the Neoliberal era have pursued an “enclosure of the commons” program that was resisted by the Third World nations until their capitulation in the late 1970s (after the Third World’s New International Economic Order proposal was defeated) at which point Western capitalists began to apply the “World Music” label to market this sort of music as a commodity — whereas about a half century earlier the same sorts of recordings were marketed as “folk” music.

Even readers lacking any specific interest in musical recordings of the late 1920s may find much of interest here.  Denning’s extensive discussion of the role of recordings in placing timbre, and the role of contrasting timbres on recordings, in the foreground of musical practice make interesting fodder for a discussion of the practices of later musicians like iconoclastic jazzman Ornette Coleman with his extreme sensitivity to timbres, or Denning’s perspectives on “exotica” as being linked to the early formations of anti-colonial struggles might inform interpretations of the way eccentric jazz bandleader Sun Ra led a musical commune for decades that incorporated elements of exotica.  For that matter, as Denning discusses the way the collapse of the record industry around 1930 was like a failed revolution, the idea that revolutions reappear across time and space might help explain the emergence of rock ‘n’ roll recordings a little more than two decades later.  And, of course, this is a valuable pre-history to help contextualize the rise of hip-hop decades later — another revolution from below that relied on re-purposing of existing musical materials.

Although scores of writers from around the globe are cited, from musicologists and amateur critics to anti-colonialist theorist Frantz Fanon, Denning uses Theodor Adorno as a reference point for much of his analysis.  Denning doesn’t just repeat Adorno’s theories — Denning offers ample critiques, mostly from a Gramscian perspective.  In some ways, this limits the analysis, stopping well short of post-Marxist analysis from the likes of the sociologist Pierre Bourdieu, and tethering it to a predominantly economic class-based framing.  When he discusses the way harmony was a mechanism for vested interests of society to exert influence in the musical realm, the book screams out for something more like Bourdieu’s sociological analysis or a similar one of institutional economics.

All things considered, this is a book that offers a fascinating and significantly new theory of musical development during the early days of sound recordings.  Much room is left for additional observation to test the hypothesis about the role of port cities in musical evolution, but everything else here comes together well.  Denning’s way of explicitly politicizing the development of music just before the Great Depression is what allows its revolutionary content to emerge.  To suggest that there was no political aspect in this musical practice is simply to actively perpetuate an existing political order; and as historian Howard Zinn said, you can’t be neutral on a moving train. More to the point of Denning’s thesis is something John Berger wrote in his essay “The Primitive and the Professional,” New Society 1976 (reprinted in About Looking):

“the ‘clumsiness’ of primitive art is the precondition of its eloquence.  What it is saying could never be said with any ready-made skills.  For what it is saying was never meant, according to the cultural class system, to be said.”

This old Berger quote is about as concise a summary of Denning’s “noise uprising” thesis as possible.

Willie Nelson – Me & Paul

Me & Paul

Willie NelsonMe & Paul Columbia FC 40008 (1985)


Me & Paul is largely a collection of old songs, many of which Willie had recorded before.  If the late 1980s were a low point of his long career, then this album is at least the best of his worst period.  There are hints here of a rambling man who once took country and rock music in both hands and cut them together, traits that were largely erased from his recordings that increasingly gravitated toward easy listening and pop sensibilities.  Granted, the flat, sterile 80s production values harm the songs more than they help — every re-recording here is inferior to the older one(s).  Anyone already a Nelson fan will find this mildly enjoyable, even if it won’t be the Nelson album they reach for most often, though the “presentable” slickness of these recordings won’t win many new converts to Nelson who shone brightest when he went just a little more against the grain.

Willie Nelson – The Promiseland

The Promiseland

Willie NelsonThe Promiseland Columbia FC 40327 (1986)


The Promiseland is mostly easy listening pop with a country touch, and side two is easy listening western swing.  Nothing is bad, exactly, it just sort of passes by without making any sort of impression, good or bad.  The late 1980s were in some ways the nadir of Willie Nelson’s recording career.  His vocals were lazy and the instrumental accompaniment was formulaic.  The Promiseland exemplifies those tedious qualities of this part of Willie’s career, as he was caught up in fame and not particularly focused on his music — soon enough troubles with the taxman would compound the distractions he faced. Compare this album to The Sound in Your Mind, from a decade prior, which features some of Willie’s very best vocals.  Earlier he sung in a way that used the songs to express something deeper.  On The Promiseland, he is just singing what is written down, technically hitting all the notes but delivering them all in the same way (often using the same consistently off-key approach to singing), like he hasn’t stopped to consider at all what each song is meant to convey.  He sings like he’s on a factory assembly line.  Charlie Chaplin made the monotony of assembly line work the epitome of hilarity in Modern Times, capturing the degrading, back-breaking toll it takes, but Willie seems to be using such an approach here merely because it is the path of least resistance.  It adds nothing to the music, and actually probably prevents the music from ever being really compelling.

The Velvet Underground – Loaded

Loaded

The Velvet UndergroundLoaded Cotillion SD 9034 (1970)


“Sweet Jane” sums up the unbelievable scope of Loaded. With reverence for all the joys and sorrows of this world, compassion is what rises to the surface.

“Jack is in his corset/Jane is in her vest/ and me, I’m in a rock and roll band.”

Whether Jack or Jane is in the corset (seemingly each version transposes the two), the distinction is meaningless.  There are spectators, performers, pawns, poets, lovers, families, hypocrites, philosophers, dreamers, and more.  These simple categories simply don’t matter:

and there’s some evil mothers/ well, they’re gonna tell you everything is just dirt/ you know that, women never really faint/ and that villains always blink their eyes/ and that, you know, children are the only ones that blush/ or that life is just to die/ but anyone that ever had a heart/ oh, they wouldn’t turn around and break it/ and anyone that’s every played a part/ they wouldn’t turn around and hate it

The usual question and answer format of the Velvets’ earlier albums isn’t present on Loaded, but you can use your imagination.  The music is still there in one place or another.  People get by — that in itself can be glorious.  Maybe, as Arthur Rimbaud so eloquently stated, “Life is the farce all must perform.” The Velvets, with infinite compassion, simply take pleasure in the grand scheme of it all.  The greatest rock band faced imminent destruction while recording Loaded.  They certainly proved their conviction at the least.

Despite Atlantic/Cotillion Records’ every attempt to ruin Loaded, it still rocks.  Had the record company continued allowing full creative control, this album could have been one of those “top ten all-time”. Credit is due the Ahmet Ertegun for recognizing the group’s talents. Atlantic did initially consider signing the Velvets a prestigious “score,” but those feelings quickly changed.  Loaded took forever to complete as the Velvet Underground disintegrated as a band. Atlantic switched producers and rescinded much artistic control. This band could make the most innovative experimental rock if they chose to but instead, given the circumstances, made a great pop album.

The album loaded with possible hits. Yet, the original release had bizarre mixes that re-ordered and shortened songs (“New Age,” “Rock and Roll” and the unforgivable disservice done to “Sweet Jane,” otherwise one of the greatest modern rock songs ever).  There is no possible explanation for this.  When re-released on the “Fully Loaded Edition” reissue, the original mixes were restored.  Though the song order was never corrected, all the great songs are still there, somewhere.  The recordings of a few, like “Head Held High” still show an unreal studio awareness, with subtle textures and precise timing.  The final product is imperfect, but that gives Loaded a kind of underdog status in the Velvet’s catalog.

Lou Reed was on a fucking roll for Loaded.  Many of his most memorable lyrics are nicely contained on this one disc.  The largely autobiographical “Rock and Roll” is one of the great proclamations of the glory of rock music.  “Who Loves the Sun” starts the album off with a spat of disillusionment and sweet isolation.  Unlike the sonic attack of the Velvet’s first two albums, Loaded establishes them as pop song virtuosos the equals of other rock bands like The Beatles or The Rolling Stones.   “Lonesome Cowboy Bill,” about William S. Burroughs, is careening fun.  The Velvets had traditionally been a dark, bleak band, but only by choice.  Loaded conclusively proves their range included rock rebelliousness and pop sensibility as well, simultaneously.  It’s easy to yap about all the classic rock and roll songs found on this album, but it’s no use to state the obvious.

Sterling Morrison’s best guitar work is on White Light/ White Heat.  On Loaded, his influence is sparse but powerful.  Morrison always added humor to the Velvets.  He was an influence of humanity in the group.  Despite his crumbling faith in the group he turns in a few fine moments.  Doug Yule played some of the lead guitar parts.  Sterling adds the flavor to Loaded that makes it so fun.

Tension comes in simple, easy-to-grasp doses.  Doug Yule’s vocals falter at times (weakening the otherwise great tune “I Found A Reason”), but are generally strong (“Who Loves the Sun”).  Moe Tucker does not play drums due to pregnancy (it’s hard to reach drums around a baby). The obstacles were apparent. The way the Velvets forge ahead anyway is the real story behind Loaded.

Every force runs against the Velvets and they still prevail.  Thanks largely to Lou Reed’s songwriting genius as a profound lyricist; worldly computations and amputations (to use Reed’s vocabulary) do little to dampen the spirit of this great music. The Velvets keep their “Head Held High.”

Wouldn’t you be a bit disillusioned if you were the greatest rock band, but no one cared?  Loaded delivers everything a great rock album must:  catchy hooks, rebellious attitudes, and yes, it makes you want to jump up and play some rock and roll yourself.  Glory is attainable.  After hearing this album, you want to achieve it too.  You can; somehow it will all work out.

When Loaded failed to be the commercial hit it should have been and old frustrations lingered, the Velvets essentially broke up, continuing on only as essentially a new band with the old name.  More than a decade later, the music world retroactively identified the Velvet Underground as the pinnacle of rock music.  Time proves the Velvet Underground were always right, in a world that often wasn’t.  Like Arthur Rimbaud, respect came after their lifetime.  A reunion tour was short-lived.  Lou Reed’s ego destroyed the group more than once.  Fortunately, four studio records survived what the band’s members couldn’t.

I would say the original version of Loaded suffers from some ridiculous edits and remixes at the hands of the record label, but the Fully Loaded Edition and the Peel Slowly and See box nicely fix those problems.  So I recommend seeking out one of those reissues as opposed to the “original”.

Power to the People and Beats: The Best of Public Enemy Mix

Public EnemyA virtual playlist of the best of Public Enemy, configured to fit on four CDs.  These aren’t just the obvious choices, though most of those are here too.

 

 

Disc 1

It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back (1988) (the album in its entirety)

Disc 2

Fear of a Black Planet (1990) (the album in its entirety)

Disc 3
  1. “Can’t Truss It” from Apocalypse 91…The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
  2. “Hazy Shade of Criminal” from Greatest Misses (1992)
  3. “By the Time I Get to Arizona” from Apocalypse 91…The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
  4. “I Don’t Wanna Be Called Yo Niga” from Apocalypse 91…The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
  5. “Nighttrain” from Apocalypse 91…The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
  6. “Whole Lotta Love Goin on in the Middle of Hell” from Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age (1994)
  7. “Live and Undrugged Part 1 & 2” from Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age (1994)
  8. “Bedlam 13:13” from Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age (1994)
  9. “Revolverlution” from Revolverlution (2002)
  10. “Say It Like It Really Is” from The Evil Empire of Everything (2012)
  11. “World Tour Sessions” from There’s a Poison Goin On…. (1998)
  12. “Shut Em Down (Pe-te Rock Mixx)” (1991) (single)
  13. “He Got Game” from He Got Game (1998)
  14. “Give It Up” from Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age (1994)
  15. “Harder Than You Think” from How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? (2007)
  16. “I Shall Not Be Moved” from Most of My Heroes Still Don’t Appear on No Stamp (2012)
  17. “Don’t Give Up the Fight” from The Evil Empire of Everything (2012)
  18. “Electric Slave” from Beats and Places (2006)
Disc 4
  1. “Me to We” from Man Plans God Laughs
    (2015)
  2. “Gotta Do What I Gotta Do” from Greatest Misses (1992)
  3. “I” from There’s a Poison Goin On…. (1998)
  4. “Escapism” from How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? (2007)
  5. “See Something, Say Something” from How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? (2007)
  6. “… Everything” from The Evil Empire of Everything (2012)
  7. “Watch the Door (Warhammer on Watch Mixx)” from Bring That Beat Back: The Public Enemy Remix Project (2006)
  8. “As Long As the People Got Something to Say” from New Whirl Odor (2005)
  9. “Yo! Bum Rush the Show” from Yo! Bum Rush the Show (1987)
  10. “Public Enemy No. 1” from Yo! Bum Rush the Show (1987)
  11. “Catch the Thrown” from Most of My Heroes Still Don’t Appear on No Stamp (2012)
  12. “Truth Decay” from Most of My Heroes Still Don’t Appear on No Stamp (2012)
  13. “Hoovermusic” from Most of My Heroes Still Don’t Appear on No Stamp (2012)
  14. “Black Steel in the Hour” from Live From Metropolis Studios (2015)
  15. “What Good Is a Bomb” from Revolverlution (2002)
  16. “Honky Talk Rules” from Man Plans God Laughs
    (2015)
  17. “Like It Is” from Beats and Places (2006)